Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Therapy

When the scene
Young thirteen years old
Expose to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got mo' marks than these hoes
they got rank
See Sega in this new world order
Dem in Atlanta, Georgia
United Nations,
Trained to do search and seize

knocking or asking
Dem for niggas like me
Po' white trash, like
Tricks like her back in
camps lace with gas pipes lines
Inferno's outdoors like they had
When Hitler was living in 1945
to me now, believe me
Later on in the look it up

Where they say it? Ain't no constitution
In the event of a war
Places like operation Hotel
Moments tear until air tight seat off despair
Dem say expect no
Foot you should be my worries got to deal with
Where my W-2's,
Unmarked black swoop down
And try to put missiles in

Who's that in my window
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Who's peeking in my window
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Me and my family moved in our apartment
A with the serial code was put up next
The claim that community is so drug free
But it don't that way to me 'cuz I can see
The young bloods hanging out at the sto
Junkies looking for a hit of the blo', powerful

Oh, you what else they tryin' to do
a curfew especially for me and you
The of the new world order
Time is getting shorter if we don't get
People it's be a slaughter
My won't allow me to not be curious
My folk don't understand so they don't take it
But every now and then, I
If the gate was put up to crime out or to keep our ass in

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up little niggaz I'm talking to you
About what yo little ass need to be through
I fall a victim too and I know I smoke so much
But I do the crew everybody on the average 'bout 4 or 5
I'm lucky to be at sunrise now I realize the cost
After I lost my best friend Bean I as a King
Who am I to you to stop smokin'
Now you're to disease and colds
And ain't 16 years old, shit has got to stop
Let's take a walk through

I want outta this hold, I'm in a cell under
Loc up folks they in the hood, got an eye on move
I make open your face to you ain't know
'Cuz it's low how the new world plan
Reeks the planet the black man
So what's your angle, try to me from the blood
Is like coming in my home and not
your feet on tha rug
The Citron has got me bucking no hang with no phony
Lookout for the man with tha mask and the white

On my are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers in the dark by plane
To enforce the new by reign
Tag my skin your computer chip
Run your hand over tha to buy you dish now
No more fishing for your
Kiss tha days of tha old days ways gone
Mind blown, conception,
My on your selections but I caught you coming, pow

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Who's that peeking in my
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that peeking in my window
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